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Point of View
by Matthew ZangenShe made a good point
blunt, jabbing it into her legs
every two weeks, until they woke up.
It's like she always told you,
those legs were meant for runnin'--
when they weren't behind her elbows.
This time was to be different.
She screwed her feet to the ground,
but then fell on her palms.
"I still think he's the one."
Maybe she has a point
in her pocket, poking her thighs. 12/14/2007 Posted on 12/14/2007
Copyright © 2024 Matthew Zangen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/14/07 at 11:36 PM Man. I don't know what to make of this. I just don't know... |
| Posted by Nicole Assenza on 12/21/07 at 08:20 AM This is a dark sequel to The Running Girl, it's very sharp, like a broken bone, sticking out unpleasantly from a mangled limb. For some reason
"those legs were meant for runnin'--
when they weren't behind her elbows,"
gives me crazy contortionist images and it adds to the put-offedness one has with the subject, this girl. The twitchy foal is grounded, broken in but this decision, "[screwing]...feet to the ground" ends up landing her on "her palms", which reminds me of crucification nearly. These points, stabbing, seem to wake her very little, allowing her to be resolved to "him", who could only harm her. Her thoughts cannot be credible to the reader-- not while she pins herself, despite the suggestion she may "have a point." We can dismiss her by the end-- because her situation continues despite our efforts. |
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